I’ve been to so many places that I can’t remember by far the names of all the places. It’s true. I have always had a crush on trips.

When I was really young, at 10, I decided to become a Boy Scout. It was the only chance I saw to start my trips without my parents. And so it did. My world became my home town from this moment on. There was a time when I went to live for a month in a very cold Brazilian southern capital, at 17 (thousand times after exploring parts of the country before with my elders).

I don’t know what really happens, but when I’m traveling I feel just like having a really cool shot, sort of an astonishing trip inside my mind. And it delivers the goods, you know?

Now I’m almost twenty four, feeling an enormous lack of being on the road, or on a flight. It seems to fill me up, and every time a have the chance, I’m somewhere else having fun (while working – it rocks!), even if it’s a small non-apparently-interesting place.

I always carry this thought: the more you travel, the more you meet people, things and nature, the more you get conscious of what is this Earth. So, the distances start to become smaller and than your mind can be set out to consciousness.